Our little friend He didn't want to wear His white buckled shoes Nor was barefoot His speed He didn't like grocery store feet He was a fussy little kid When it came to footwear But on Friday he could wear whatever he damn well pleased

The jive ass trickery That makes this anything But what it is Dressed in county orange or city gray Got rubber sandals Just to be safe

Metaphorically speaking We find our little friend Back in his white buckled shoes again The Monday if you will Of our Friday Spent in tailored bliss But if you strip the myth Away from the man Its just one to six months Of Mondays for our little friend